Whispering sweet desires in tears that flow like honey through the shattered soul
Whispering sweet desires in tears that flow like honey through the shattered soul,
Giggling, we forget if we laugh or cry in this dance of sacred madness,
The sweet navel of the world tastes so good when the tongue of memories touches it,
How do these fragile and eternal moments lead us directly into the heart of this now?
Tasting your lips, something that lasts longer than eternity itself,
Delights of your seduction, to say the least, I'm enchanted by your charm,
Fingers wander over melodies of love sung by troubadours in dreams,
Gusts from the window don't make me shiver, for your warmth lingers in my bones.
Desire comes from sweetness, not from the dry crust of past disillusions,
The moisture on your lips, absolute sweetness like wild honey from the hive,
Sweet eyes locked with mine, until the day I die in your arms,
Dancing to the rhythm of serenity flowing through the veins of this silent universe.
Phantom-like are those times, when moments were precious as gemstones,
The precious gentle girl, precocious as a flower blooming before its time,
And I melt into these moments like sugar in the hot morning tea,
Thinking how our breath mingles with the wind carrying prayers.
In this room where shadows dance like old and wise friends,
Time and space merge into a symphony of sighs and unspoken whispers,
And I float through these moments like a ship through the mist of sweet memories,
Knowing that each heartbeat is a love letter to eternity.
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Giggling, we forget if we laugh or cry in this dance of sacred madness,
The sweet navel of the world tastes so good when the tongue of memories touches it,
How do these fragile and eternal moments lead us directly into the heart of this now?
Tasting your lips, something that lasts longer than eternity itself,
Delights of your seduction, to say the least, I'm enchanted by your charm,
Fingers wander over melodies of love sung by troubadours in dreams,
Gusts from the window don't make me shiver, for your warmth lingers in my bones.
Desire comes from sweetness, not from the dry crust of past disillusions,
The moisture on your lips, absolute sweetness like wild honey from the hive,
Sweet eyes locked with mine, until the day I die in your arms,
Dancing to the rhythm of serenity flowing through the veins of this silent universe.
Phantom-like are those times, when moments were precious as gemstones,
The precious gentle girl, precocious as a flower blooming before its time,
And I melt into these moments like sugar in the hot morning tea,
Thinking how our breath mingles with the wind carrying prayers.
In this room where shadows dance like old and wise friends,
Time and space merge into a symphony of sighs and unspoken whispers,
And I float through these moments like a ship through the mist of sweet memories,
Knowing that each heartbeat is a love letter to eternity.
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Dan Enache
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